"Qiu Yan is gone?"

Sure enough, after hearing the news, Song Yuan and Zhao Chengcheng's expressions were not very good-looking.

"What the hell is going on? Could it be that something has happened again?" Song Yuan said, his gaze falling on Glolan.

"Returning to the capital," Glolan said, "The little nephew is here, he has a heart of reconciliation, but his identity is different, and he can't take the initiative to talk to Qiu Yan, so he didn't expect him to leave suddenly." ”

As a tribal prince of the swamp people, he held his own identity and was unwilling to condescend to take the initiative to show favor, which Song Yuan could understand, and he also appreciated Glolan's proper response.

At this time, Zhao Cheng asked: "Then the old man Qiu Yan has seen it, he is a measured person, it is impossible to leave halfway for no reason, there must be a reason for something, come to someone, tell the old man everything about today." ”

Noticing the implicit appreciation and maintenance of Qiu Yan implied in Zhao Chengcheng's words, all the Confucian students were in their hearts, and Gu Yanzhi was thoughtful, while Fang Ziyan took a step forward and was about to speak.

It's just that before his words could be spoken, he was preempted.

"Back to Mr. Zhao, I know a little about this. ”

It was Qi Xin who spoke.

"You are the son of General Qi," Zhao Cheng looked at the voice and nodded, "Tell the old man the truth about the matter." ”

"Yes. Qi Xin nodded, and respectfully said the previous matter.

Seeing this, Fang Ziyan had no choice but to give up, just listening and listening, he found a clue: "Why does this Qi Xin seem to have the intention to defend Qiu Yan, it seems to be a narrative, but in fact, he is saying good things to Qiu Yan everywhere!"

Qi Xin said very plainly, telling the things after Qiu Yan came in one by one, first saying that Qiu Yan broke sixty lantern riddles in a tea time, which caused everyone to be ashamed, and then said that he recorded poems for others, and the words he wrote already had a charm.

When it started. Hearing that Qiu Yan had broken sixty questions in a row, Zhao Chengcheng only looked surprised, but when Qi Xin said that Qiu Yan's calligraphy was good and his pen rhymed, Zhao Chengcheng couldn't help but interrupt: "You said that his words have charm?

Qi Xin said calmly: "Mr. Hui, the younger generation went to the capital with his father a few years ago, met Mr. Wu Gan, and watched the old man's ink treasure from afar. ”

"Have you seen Wu Qian?" Zhao Chengcheng was slightly surprised when he heard this.

Gu Yanzhi also stepped forward and said, "Qiu Yanzhizi, it is indeed amazing. has entered the house, far beyond me. ”

"Oh? "Zhao Chengcheng knows Gu Yanzhi's calligraphy, he studied under Yan Wu, and he writes well, but he didn't expect that even he would admit that he was inferior.

Song Yuan reminded on the side: "Mr. Zhao, let people take a look at Qiu Sheng's handwriting, don't you know." ”

"Yes, the old man is confused. Zhao Chengcheng's words fell, and Yang Dingyuan had already walked to the side with a stack of papers. Put your hands together.

Zhao Chengcheng took it and took a look, and his eyes suddenly flashed with essence.

"Good words!

praised a few times in a row, which made Fang Ziyan and Glolan's faces change, and the former was annoyed. The latter was shocked.

Listening to Zhao Chengcheng's praise, Song Yuan also leaned over to take a look, his eyes were slightly stagnant, and his color also changed.

He Song Yuan came from poverty. I don't have much research on the way of calligraphy, but I have achievements in martial arts and life cultivation, and when I read the words. You can capture the spirit of it.

"In these words, there is really a charm and atmosphere! Even people like me, who don't know how to read, have been infected after reading them!"

This word is definitely not passed on by Ma Yang, it is square and atmospheric, and the view of words is like the mind, and such a person can be written...... Huh, this poem?" Zhao Chengcheng was still boasting about the words, but suddenly noticed the five-character poem and narrowed his eyes.

"This poem is simple and unpretentious, the artistic conception is clear, and it is obviously a feeling, but today's literary meeting, chanting poems against each other, how can it be connected with the old farmers in the field, why is there such a poem?"

Thinking of this, he looked at Qi Xin.

Qi Xin asked Xianzhi about his intentions, and told him what happened after Glolan came, as well as the statements of many Confucian scholars.

"I see," Zhao Cheng nodded, and said to Song Yuan, "You can't blame Qiu Yan for this, listening to what he said during the day, he is obviously not a flashy person, he can come to the Wenhui to give the old man face, and it is reasonable to be indignant and leave angrily when he hears the insulting words of the peasants." ”

Song Yuan also nodded, and the dissatisfaction on his face was restrained: "What Mr. said is true." ”

He and Zhao Chengcheng, one led the troops to guard one side, Tuntian Anmin, a more than half a hundred years old, well-informed, not like the group of young ladies and young masters in front of them who did not understand the people's suffering, let alone scholars who talked on paper, of course, they knew that the seemingly humble farmer was important to a country, so as soon as he knew the truth of the matter, his dissatisfaction with Qiu Yan turned into appreciation.

This change in mood was reflected on the faces of the two, so that Fang Ziyan could catch it, and he couldn't help frowning.

"What's the matter? Jiedu Envoy and Mr. Zhao were still stunned just now, just by looking at the words, they were all angry? Even if Qiu Yan's words have entered the hall, it will not make the two big men let go of their anger, that Gu Yanzhi's teacher Yan Wu is famous all over the world for his handwriting, and when the scholar mentions him, he is not to give a plaything discouraged evaluation. ”

Fang Ziyan's question was quickly answered, and he saw Zhao Chengcheng handing him the one in his hand.

"Take a look. ”

Fang Ziyan looked down and found that it was a five-character poem, thinking that Zhao Chengcheng wanted to test himself, looked at it carefully, and then shook his head and said: "This poem is not brilliant, the first sentence uses three voices in a row, but compared with ordinary poems, it is quite desirable." ”

Zhao Chengcheng shook his head, showing a look of disappointment: "What the old man asked you to see is not the technique of this poem, but the spirit contained in it.

"This ......" Hearing this, Fang Ziyan looked at the poem in his hand again, noticed the meaning in it, and felt that there was a sudden change.

One poem and four sentences, easy to understand.

"The student was wrong. Fang Ziyan hurriedly lowered his head and made a look of shame, although the previous words were not what he said, they were caused by him.

A few Confucian scholars squeezed over, and when they saw this poem, their faces were immediately hot, and the few people who talked about the peasants were red-faced, thinking that this poem was just to humiliate themselves and others, and they had the heart to refute it, but they didn't dare to contradict Zhao Chengcheng.

Some people guessed that it was Qiu Yan's poem, so they said: "This Qiu Yan said that he doesn't know poetry." But he kept such a hand. ”

"You can only see the shallow meaning of this poem now, and it will be possible to understand it after more than ten years. Zhao Cheng said, glanced at Glolan and the others, thought of what Qi Xin had just said, and shook his head secretly, "As Qiu Yan said, don't produce, only know about looting, don't be ashamed, but proud." can be appeased for a while, and eventually rebelled. ”

After saying this, he seemed to be a little sluggish, left two sentences, and left with Qiu Yan's poem.

Song Yuan shook his head, explained to his daughter, and left Wenqu Building.

As the two left, the atmosphere of the Wenhui became gloomy, and even Song Qian was a little distracted. I don't know what I'm thinking, but I didn't answer a word.

And a famous eunuch and young lady chased after Confucius and asked about Qiu Yan. It embarrassed the Confucian students, but no one talked about fainting anymore.

Today, they were first suppressed by Qiu Yan with lantern riddles. was calmed by the handwriting again, and zuihou was also ashamed by a poem. What other face to say Qiu Yan?

Fang Ziyan, who was valued by Zhao Chengcheng, was reprimanded, with a gloomy face.

"Four unqualified poems, the meaning is plain, but it takes more than ten years to understand, this Zhao Cheng is old and confused! Today, Qiu Yan came out and used me as a stepping stone, he is just a nobody, and I am a talented man who is full of Jiannan, how can I bear this breath?"

On the other side, those children of military generals are competing for a pile of paper left by Qiu Yan, not for the poems on paper, but for Mobao, the more military generals are born, the more they like to decorate the courtyard with poetry and books.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Qi Xin sighed.

Yang Dingyuan asked puzzledly: "Big brother, what's wrong with you? ”

Glancing at this brother, Qi Xin said in a low voice: "Qiu Yan is not simple, these things at the moment are estimated to be in his mastery and calculation, which can be said to reverse the disadvantage in one fell swoop, not only washing away the stigma, but also establishing prestige and connections, and as soon as this poem spreads, it will gather people's popularity, and it will soon become famous in Wuxin City and Jiannan Dao, you and my brother might as well make friends with him." ”

"No matter how good he is, he's just a showman. Although Yang Dingyuan also knew that Qiu Yan was extraordinary, he still couldn't put it down.

"Xiucai?" Qi Xin smiled, "They literati are promoted, unlike us, maybe they live in a humble room today, and they will live in a temple tomorrow." ”

..................

Qiu Yan walked all the way out of Wenqu Building, without any nostalgia.

"This meeting is just a group of men and women who take it for granted get together and praise each other, and this time they will use this to turn their reputations around, and if there is no need to attend such a meeting in the future, it is a waste of energy and time. ”

He thought as he walked.

"Although if I am good friends with Song Qian, I will have a better chance to explore the reality of the King of Tongshan, but I came to Wuxin City, and I have no intention of marrying the daughter of the Jiedu Envoy, so there is no need to be false and wronged, and do that trick of feelings, huh?"

He was thinking about it when his heart suddenly moved.

"There are a few believers in the city. ”

At the same time, he had returned to the post station, and after entering the door, he met several Confucian students.

These Confucian scholars still pointed and pointed at each other, and their words were mocking.

"I don't know what kind of expressions these people will have tomorrow. Qiu Yan just glanced at it, then ignored it, went straight into his room, lit the lamp, and saw the baby ginseng squirming on the desk.

When he was packing his luggage in the old house of the Liu family, he also brought the ginseng baby over, these days he reads and writes, and the ginseng baby is accompanied by him, but in the three days of the coma, the ginseng baby somehow became more and more active, squirming and climbing everywhere.

Qiu Yan was about to clean up the table, when his face suddenly changed.

"Hey, one of the believers has entered the Jiedu Embassy, which is really a surprise!"

His eyes sparkled. (To be continued......)

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